South Park

Christmas Special

Part one

Christmas break is nearing, and yet my schedule is clear. Meaning I am free all Christmas break. Stan is spending his entire break with Clyde. Kenny is no doubt going to be butt fucking his boyfriend, Butters. That just leaves me and…Cartman.

We've recently started dating, but we're still a bit uncomfortable about it. I mean people already know I'm gay, though, it's a whole different story with Cartman. After dating Bebe for a while, people undoubtedly think he's definitely not gay; so we decided not to hang around each other much.

"We should do something this Christmas," Cartman said, invading my thoughts.

We walked along the road towards our apartment. Our hands connected as we passed the school yards. I looked up into his emerald orbs. "What do you have in mind?" I asked.

He smiled and pulled my closer. "I don't know," he said, sarcastically, "maybe we should have a party at our apartment," he said.

I smiled. "Okay, I'll call Stan and Kenny, to see if they want to come," I said, releasing Cartman's hand and pulling out my black keyboard phone. I texted Stan and Kenny telling them about the party, and Cartman laughed. "Stan might not come though, due to Clyde and all."

"Okay, I'll invite some people too," he said. "Make it an all boys party okay," he said. I nodded. We walked to our small apartment and planned out the whole party.

The Christmas Party…

I skipped down the stairs in my Thin Sexy Santa costume and ran into Stan. I nearly fell back but he caught my arm before I could hit the floor. "Thanks Stan," I said.

"You're welcome, Kyle," he said. "So, how are you enjoying the party?" I asked.

"It's great," he smiled. I grinned at him.

Cartman came up to us and looked me over. Then he smirked evilly and pervertedly. A blush formed on my cheeks. "H-hey Cartman," I said.

"Hey Jew," he said. "You Fags enjoying the party?" he asked. Stan and I laughed.

"Ya, we are," Stan said.

"Just so you know, the punch has alcohol in it," Cartman informed us before going off to do god knows what.

Stan and I turned to each other. "I think I'm going to head over to the punch," Stan said. I nodded then giggled lightly.

About two hours into the party most everyone was wasted. Luckily I decided only to have one drink. I will save the rest for tonight. I giggled at the thought.

Cartman grabbed my wrist and slammed me into a wall; his crotch grinding against mine. I moaned slightly. "C-Cartman…we…we shouldn't be doing this…people are watching," I said in between moans and thrusts.

Cartman chuckled. "No one's going to remember anyways, they're all drunk," he said. I tried to push him off. "Okay, if you're that worried for them seeing you getting fucked then let's go to the room."

We ran to our room and we fell onto the bed. Cartman's tongue traveled into my mouth as we kissed. His hand reached down in between my legs and his groped 'it' roughly. An ache began in the pit of my stomach. "Cartman," I sighed as our lips parted.

Cartman leaned up and tipped off my Santa suit. "You didn't wear any underwear?" he asked. My face got hot as I nodded. "Filthy Jew," he said, teasing my hard-on. I moaned softly as he began stroking very roughly.

His lips met my neck and he nibbled on it. I tilted my head to reveal more skin for him. His tongue slid down my neck to my nipple. He bit it roughly then licked it. As he began sucking it, his hand wrapped around my dick and began pumping it. I screamed out in pleasure.

His tongue slid down to my navel then to my balls. He sucked them gently. I bit my lip trying to hold in a moan. But then the pleasure I felt got the best of me; I screamed loudly with so much pleasure engulfing my body.

Cartman then took my whole dick into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, causing a chill to run up my spine. I moaned and squealed. He laughed every time I squeaked, though.

As he sucked my cock, his hand came up to my face. I knew what he wanted so I grabbed it and began sucking three of his fingers at once. I moaned lightly, and when his fingers were nice and wet he stuck on into my entrance. Then another. He scissored me before adding the third one. And when he did add the third one, I screamed louder than the last time.

Once he thought I was ready he sat up and pulled off his pants, revealing his huge erection. I gulped and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He chuckled and whispered. "Beg for me, my dirty little Santa," he said.

"Please," I said. "Please, fuck me," I begged. He was satisfied and roughly entered me. I screamed in pleasure. He sat for a while letting me get used to his cock deep inside me, and when I was ready I mouthed the words 'fuck me'.

He moved in and out of me slowly. Then after what seemed to be an eternity later it began getting annoying.

"Faster," I moaned. He chuckled and kept his pace. "Cartman!" I yelled annoyed. He laughed then began quickening his thrusting. I moaned a bit louder. "Ah~"

After a while, I felt my climax reaching. I cried out, "I-I'm c-cuMING!" I came as I warned Cartman. My cum fell upon our chests. Cartman thrust inside me for a couple more minutes before he grunted and his hot cum filled my body. He collapsed onto the bed, right beside me and I snuggled closer to him.

He wrapped his arm around me and whispered, "Thank you, Santa." I giggled at his comment.

Then we drifted off to sleep…

When we awoke the next morning, everyone had already left, but they left behind a lot of shit and sticky white stuff everywhere. "The fuck?" Cartman yelled. "They fucking had sex all over the place!"

We cleaned the whole place up and finally sat on the couch and snuggled close to each other. "Merry Christmas, Cartman," I said.

He pecked my nose and smiled. "Merry Christmas Jew," we sat for a while before he broke the silence. "Presents?" he said.

I shot up from the couch and ran to the closet to find his present wrapped in aluminum blue wrapping paper. I handed the box to him then he handed me a box wrapping in snowmen wrapping paper. "On the count of three," I said. He nodded and I began the count. "one…two…three…"

We shredded the wrapping paper to shreds without much thought and revealed out presents.

Cartman's present was the new I-Phone (version 4). He kissed me roughly then thanked me. I smiled then turned to my present. It was a pretty small box but when I opened it keys were found.

"It's outside," he said. I jumped up and dragged Cartman outside. A new Porsche 911 with a huge blue bow on it sat in the front. I squealed and jumped into Cartman's arms. I kissed him.

"Thank you Cartman," I said.

"Wanna take it for a drive?" he asked. I nodded and we got into the car and we drove around South Park.

I must very well say…this is the best Christmas I've ever had!

End of Part one